2838/A quiet night to sing on the Boardwalk

A quiet night to sing on the Boardwalk
Date of Scene:	08 August 2020
Location:	Boardwalk - St Martin's Island
Synopsis:	Ella and Siobhan meet again by chance.
Cast of Characters:	Siobhan Smythe, Ella Normandy

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Siobhan Smythe has posed:
It was late. Not super late but late all the same. Siobhan had wandered out of the guest areas of the tower and taken to walking into parts of St. Martin's Island that people usually only visited during teh day. It was now getting to be closing time for all but the bars and late night restaurants. The majority of people had gone back home and simply escaped the late. Siobhan wanted it this way. She wanted somewhere quiet where she could just think and be alone. It was a weird time for her. People were trying to get her to change. She was trying to get herself to change. Change was coming slowly.

"I am lost in a rainbow.
Now our rainbow is gone
Overcast... by your shadow
As our worlds move on..."

She idly sings as she walks, her steps taking her to the darker, quieter areas of the boardwalk but her voice carries. There's even a strange lilting sound of what seems like an organ and perhaps a violin joining in with her singing. They are no where to be seen but they join in all the same. Her eyes looking out at the water as she sings.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Vampirella doesn't like Metropolis as much as New York. It's a little too clean, a little too artificial. It separates people from their natures in a way that doesn't sit right with her, subtle though it is. Still, it's worth exploring, so she does so. Who knows, she might find something impressive if she looks long enough.

    It's been long enough since the party at the Hellfire Club (a club whose amusements were intense while they lasted, but soon tedious) that Vampirella doesn't recognize Siobhan by sight, though something about her scent tickles her memory. Walking by, dressed like Ella Normandy, she pauses to watch the singer sing her way along the boardwalk. Why does she recognize this woman? She's too hungry for her mind to work at full sharpness, which is annoying, but Vampirella isn't in the habit of eating people to deal with minor annoyances. She stands still and thinks, trying to coax the memory out of the maw of her hunger.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A blink as she passes by Ella and Siobhan's singing halts. The music stops and she is slowly turning to look at Ella for a long moment. For her, it isn't smell but sound that attracts her attention. Everybody has a unique sound and while she doesn't pry too much but she does watch the woman for a long moment. She looks familiar and something about her sounds familiar. She isn't sure she places it before she smiles and states, "Hey, dere. Weren't you at dat party a while back?" She asks and tilts her head at the woman.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    That party a while back? Vampirella searches her memory. There have been plenty of parties, but thinking of the right one would demand a moment to think, and it is not her way to think when action is required. She puts on a 'eureka!' face and smiles at Siobhan. "Is that where we met?" she asks brightly, though her accent can't help but make everything she says sound a little dark. "I'm sorry, I was trying to put it together. I still am," she admits, affecting an embarrassed little laugh. "Did we exchange names? I'm Ella."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A nod and she smiles, "Yes, for me it was de only party I've gone ta." She shrugs, "I imagine you go to more." She grins and nods her head, "I was wearing a unique suit in greens with a nice shamrock hat." She gestures to her head, her Irish brogue making it rather clear why she might wear such a thing. She shrugs and nods her head to the woman, "I believe it was a couple of months ago now." She chuckles and nods, "I'm Siobhan."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    The hat.

    Vampirella remembers the hat, and how it looked on the other woman's head.

    She no longer requires artifice to smile. "Nice to meet you again, Siobhan. I forget what I was wearing. Something red and slinky, no doubt." She offers her hand, the light behind her eyes twinkling at her private joke with herself.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile back and she reaches out to take the hand. She gives it a small shake and smiles, "Nice to meet you again, Ella." She grins and nods her head, "And I don't exactly recall but it does seem familiar." She laughs a little and nods her head, "Well, all the same, I am glad to see you again. I was worried I might not run into too many peopel from that party again. I had gone to make friends and I ended up only meeting a few people, sadly."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Vampirella--or maybe she's just Ella now; that sounds closer, actually--nods. "It's not a place for making friends, I've noticed. Too transactional. You're valuable as long as you're of use, but after they got what they want from you?" Ella shrugs, and smiles again. "Still. Great place as long as you know you're not likely to get more than a good dance, a good drink, and maybe good sex out of it."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A chuckle and she shakes her head, "Not sure about casual sex myself but it is something I can enjoy wit' dance and drink, I suppose." She nods her head and then shrugs, "Was more hopin' to make friends wit' folks who might be needin' a singer or guitar player for events or da like." She looks toward the water and suchs in a breath, "I guess I was dere for transactions as well but I didn't really succeed due to not bein' dat type."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    "I doubt you missed much," Ella says wryly, retracting her hand. She nods at the boardwalk and asks, "Is that what you were doing here? Dropping your demo tape?"

    With her accent, it feels like Ella's English shouldn't be quite so American, but her grasp of it seems second nature.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A grin and then a laugh, "Hardly." She states and shakes her haed, "I was just singin' for de sake of it. I love to sing and I like to feel the way it makes me feel." She nods her head as she looks at the area around, "I actually figured it'd be empty at this time of day but here you are." She grins, "A surprise but a welcome one."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Ella raises her eyebrows in some surprised, wrists crossed behind her back. Her posture is immaculate. "Really? I heard professional singers limit their singing and talking, to avoid straining..." She pauses. "...you vocal chords or voice box or whatever does the hard work of singing, I forget."

    She really is getting forgetful. She needs to hunt soon.

    Soon. Not now.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile and she shakes her head, "I do not need to." She states softly and then shrugs, "A benefit of my lineage." She laughs softly and nods her head as she stands there and tilts her head at Ella, "I can easily keep myself free of such strains." She then shrugs her shoulders and takes in a breath before letting it out. "And it is vocal chords." She nods her head.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    "Right, thanks," Ella agrees. She's sharp enough to pick up on the hint, but perverse enough not to take the bait. "How's the job hunt going, then?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
"I've had a bit of luck." She nods her head as she looks over at the water again and then smiles to Ella, "More dan I deserve." She chuckles and nods her head before she shrugs, "I have had a few gigs but more importantly I have met quite a few friends." She nods her head.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Ella cocks her head to the side, curious. "How do you not deserve your luck?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A small laugh and she shakes her head, "Dat's a story for anotter time." She states softly as she looks to Ella with a grin, "It's gettin' late and I ought to be heading back." She nods her head and shrugs, "It was good seein' ya again, Ella." She nods her head and reaches into her pocket before pulling out a slip of paper and offering it over, "My phone number. I keep it on hand to hand out to dose who might give me a gig but feel free to reach out. Ya seem nice enough."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Ella nods, taking the hint. "I don't have my phone on me," or pockets to hold one in, or even a purse, "but here's my number. And remember, there's no such thing as luck, just chances you have enough skill to take advantage of." The last is called over her shoulder as she slip away into the night, silent on the wooden pier even in those boots.